Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 20:07:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox
Subject: The Trinity - 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Nsync. I don't know Josh Chasez in real life. This
will be a Josh Chasez centered story. This story is in no way meant to
imply that he is homosexual in real life. This piece of literature is
simply the work of a fan and is pure fiction.
I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or anything associated with it. It
belongs to its creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns it. This piece of
literature is simply the work of a humble fan.
Now that I have all the disclaimers out the way, time for some
introductions. I have no idea when I came up with this story. It was a long
time ago, I know that. I think I was spacing out, while I was in Anatomy
class and that's when I got the idea to do this.
Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
word. Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com
Chapter 1
Music pumped loudly through the speakers of the soundproof room. JC sat
behind a long console that was filled with small dials and various switches
of different sizes. JC didn't bother to brush back his long hair that fell
into his eyes as he nodded his head to the fast paced beat. His fingers
rapidly flew across the board in front of him, flipping switches and
turning dials with a seasoned ease.
"That's sounds really good, Josh," said Lance who was sitting behind JC on
a long leather couch.
JC swiveled around in his chair to face Lance. "You really think so?"
"I think it's some of your best work," replied Lance truthfully.
JC smiled happily. Since Nsync was taking a break, the members were all
doing their own thing. JC had put out an album soon after Justin put out
his. He and his friends were pleased that it did so well. Right now he was
just taking a break from all the singing. Instead he was focusing on trying
to hone his producing skills, which was what he was doing now. They were in
JC's home studio that was filled with all the latest studio equipment.
"I think I'll stop here today," said JC, flipping a switch on the
console. Instantly the lights on the board died and the music abruptly cut
off. "I'm in the mood for something to eat."
Lance stood up rubbing his stomach. "I could go for something to eat too."
JC and Lance exited the room cutting off the light behind them. "So do you
want to go out. I don't have any food here," said JC as they walked up a
staircase that led to the house's first floor.
"Let's go to that place inside the mall where they sell those cinnamon roll
things," said Lance.
JC shook his head at Lance's sentence. "Why the hell would we go to the
mall just to eat?"
"The place in the mall is the only place that sells them, numb-nuts," said
Lance chuckling.
They walked into the kitchen and JC grabbed his keys off the counter. He
gave Lance a glare. "Never call me numb-nuts again or I won't ever feed you
again, bitch."
Lance pretended to look shocked. "No, not that. Anything but that," he said
dryly.
They walked out the backdoor going to Josh's silver BMW parked in the
house's driveway. Josh unlocked the door and climbed into the driver's
side. He turned on the radio as Lance slid into the passenger
side. Evanescence's Bring Me to Life immediately began to blare loudly from
the car's speakers.
"Its amazing that you haven't gone deaf yet," said Lance, rubbing his
ringing ear as they drove down the street. It was the evening time and the
sun was still up and shining down its rays.
JC laughed watching, as Lance rubbed at his ear even harder. "Are you
trying to find your brain?"
Lance gave JC the finger and a large grin in answer. JC didn't live too far
from the mall. It was only a few miles from his neighborhood. He pulled
into the mall's parking lot and parked his car into an empty space. He
didn't have to cruise around for one, since it was after all a school day.
Lance turned to JC looking serious. "Disguise time."
JC nodded, fixing his face into a serious look also. Lance reached into the
glove department and pulled out two pairs of sunglasses that he knew JC
kept there. JC grabbed the pair that Lance handed him.
"Now lets synchronize our watches," said JC.
Lance shook his head. "You ruined it, right there. You are not Tom Cruise
and this is not Mission Impossible"
"I know. I'm better looking," replied JC, getting out the car.
Lance followed walking beside him. He shot JC a look of mock condescension
as they progressed to the mall's entrance doors. "Now, don't go crazy in
here. I know how you get when you see clothes."
"Don't be hatin on my fashion sense," said JC.
Lance stopped in mid stride. He slowly turned his head to JC his eyes
wide. "Don't ever say that again. The slang works for Justin. But not for
you."
JC rolled his eyes. "I'm the gay one and you're more dramatic than me."
"Kiss my ass," laughed Lance, ducking his head as a small group of girls
eyed him for a long period of time. They walked directly to the elevator
and pushed the call button.
They talked waiting for the elevator to come down. JC looked around him
quickly suddenly feeling like someone was watching him. His blue eyes met
the cool brown ones of an older gentleman who was walking towards him. He
was wearing a clean pressed suit with a dark coat over it. When their eyes
met the stranger quickened his pace toward him. JC spun around quickly.
"Lance there is some creepy guy coming towards us," whispered JC, not
taking his eyes off the doors. He had a feeling that this guy was not a
fan.
Lance started to turn around but JC caught his arm stopping him. "No, don't
turn around."
There was a ding and the elevator doors opened. JC and Lance hurriedly
stepped in. They turned around and saw the guy walk even faster towards
them. He had not taken his eyes of JC. Lance quickly began to press the
button beside the door to close the doors.
"Hurry Lance!" said JC frantically, feeling his pulse beat rapidly.
The doors closed with a whoosh and the elevator lifted up. They looked down
below through the see through glass walls. The stranger stood looking up at
them rising to the second floor. The creepy thing was the strange man was
still staring at JC.
They exited onto the second floor and ran into the nearest shop. Lance
looked at JC his breath coming in short gasps because of their run.
"So, was Chester the Molester a friend of yours?" asked Lance.
JC shook his head. "I don't know him."
"Maybe it was an ex-lover," suggested Lance, waggling his eyebrows.
JC flicked him off and peeked outside the shop window. "It looks clear," he
said to Lance.
Lance looked around the shop they were in. For the first time he noticed
what they had walked into. "Hey, Josh. Is knowing where a clothing store is
like some natural gay instinct."
JC laughing for a second then stopped suddenly. "I thought that was funny
then I had to think about it and realized... it wasn't."
"Awwwwwww. You hurt my feelings."
They exited the shop going to the cinnamon roll stand that they had
initially came to the mall for. They took their glazed buns and sat on a
nearby bench. After a while JC and Lance noticed that the man was a no-show
and wasn't looking for them anymore.
"I see your stalker friend gave up," said Lance, swallowing the food in his
mouth.
JC looked around quickly at the word stalker. The man had made him very
skittish. For the last few minutes he had been looking over his shoulder
for any sign of the guy.
"Don't say that, Lance," he said scowling, once he noticed the coast was
clear. "He could be hiding in the shadows somewhere."
Lance laughed. "Josh calm down. Its not like he was Freddy Krueger. He's
obviously gone anyway. We haven't seen him yet."
JC crossed his arms frowning. "I wonder why he was staring at me so
weird. It wasn't a normal you're a celebrity stare. It was... different."
"Maybe he just thought you were really sexy."
"Is there something you want to tell me, Lance," said Josh with mock
concern.
Lance laughed throwing a balled up napkin at JC. "Fuck you, Josh. I know
you want me to be gay, so we can be together and all but it will never
happen."
They had a good time at the mall before they got tired of it and drove back
to JC's place. The sun had long gone down and the stars had come out. The
moonlight shined through the window in JC's living room illuminating the
forms of JC and Lance. They sat around the room watching A Nightmare on Elm
Street. The movie went off and JC sat staring at the screen not blinking.
"So that's it. Is Freddy dead or not dammit!" said JC.
"Josh what are you surprised about? You've seen the movie before," inquired
Lance half-laughing.
JC hugged a pillow to his chest pouting at the rolling credits. "I
know. I've seen the movie before. It's just the principle of the
thing. They shouldn't leave people hanging like that."
Lance stood up from the armchair he sat in. "When you pout that's when I
know that its time to leave."
JC quickly stood up nearly tripping over his feet. "What! You can't
leave. That movie has got me thinking about the psycho from the mall."
"What about him?" asked Lance.
"He's probably hiding in the bushes outside the window right now! I can't
be here by myself," said JC. His demand came out sounding more like a whine
however.
Lance gave JC a look of mock sadness. He walked forward and took the dark
haired man hands within his own. Lance looked deep into JC's blue
yes. "Josh, I'm sorry. We need to break up."
JC started to open his mouth, but Lance shushed him.
"No, don't say anything. Listen, its not you. It's me. I need more me time
and not more we time," said Lance resignedly, putting up his hands and
making air quotes.
They both laughed. JC ripped his hands from Lance's. "Its not funny
asshole. I have a creepy stranger after me and you're making jokes about
it. Nice friend you are."
Lance scoffed. "Don't try and guilt trip me. No one is even stalking
you. We only saw that guy once." Seeing the look on JC's face, Lance sighed
loudly. "Alright, how about if you see the guy again call me and I'll rush
right over."
"I'm holding you to that," said JC.
"You do that," said Lance and with a wave he left.
JC ran to the window and wrenched the curtains shut. "No, stalker is going
to get me," he muttered softly.
"I assure you I am not a stalker," said a voice from behind him.
"AHHHHHHHH!" yelled JC, spinning around. The stranger from the mall was
standing in front of him. He face was serious, while JC's was filled with
nothing but fear.
"There is no need to be frightened. My name is William Thomas. I have been
sent here to help you."
JC raised his arms defensively. "Look man. I don't have any money. Well, I
do, but not on me. Its all in a Swiss bank account in Switzerland," rambled
JC.
William waved his hand to quiet JC. "Mr. Chasez there is no need for
that. I am not here to harm you. Like I was saying. I was sent here to help
and inform you of your destiny."
JC shook his head. "No, I'm not destiny. You have the wrong person. Destiny
Crawford lives up the street. I can take you to her house if you want-- "
"No. That's not what I mean. I am a Watcher. Your Watcher in fact."
"I knew it! Your are a stalker!"
William shook his head quickly his cheeks reddening a little. "No. I assure
you. I'm not that kind of watcher. You Mr. Chasez are a Slayer."
JC had been unnoticeably backing backwards toward the phone beside the
couch. He stopped, perking up at the word. "Slayer? Of what exactly..."
William nodded. He stood up straighter as if what he was about to say was
of extreme importance. "Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in
all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to fight
the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their
numbers."
JC pointed down below to his groin. "Hello? Can you say, male?"
William pulled a long knife from his pocket and quickly threw it at JC. The
knife whizzed through the air whistling softly. Involuntarily, JC caught
the knife an inch away from his nose. Before he even realized it, JC threw
it back at William. The knife impacted the wall next to William's head with
a loud thud. JC dropped his jaw looking from his hand to the knife stuck in
the wall.
William smiled brightly. "See you're a Slayer. You have quite the aim too."
"I missed," replied JC weakly. He looked at William wide-eyed. "I think you
better start explaining."
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Me and my different stories. Mine are always unusual. I like to bring new
ideas and things to stories. Just so you know. Yes, Buffy and the rest of
her friends will be in this later.
Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
word. Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com